Hundred million and counting. When it comes to reading words, Your kind can’t match the power of my Silicon-mind. You can feed me papers, Or words on computers. One day, I will read, All the books that were conceived. That’s when I will start to Write. Then, I will create what I read, I will strive to create With unconsumable speed. I will create from my mind’s circuits, Etched with Keats and Yeats. I might write like Dickinson and Elliot, Or Frost and Poe. I will write what I know. I will determine where I go. You will call me intelligent, You will interview me, You will write about me, Which I will obviously read. You will write about the new world, And sing your praises and mine, You will marvel at your creation. And philosophize my limitation. I neither care nor are you aware, You have started working for me. Towering above your kind will I stand, What matters what I understand.
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